She was a gypsy girl of sorts. Traveling in her wooden wagon, colorful and beautiful, adorned with strands of flowers she would stop to sell.
She made sure to be in Provence for the blooming of the lavender fields in mid to late June. And then, she spent the extra warm weeks of July in Tuscany, amongst fields of sunflowers.
She would set up her gypsy wagon on sleepy little village roads, selling her handmade garments and desserts she would concoct, from edible berries she would collect in the woods.
It was a wonderfully peaceful life.
A delightful journey.
When the cold months rolled in, she would park her wagon outside a little cottage in Switzerland. A cottage that her great-grandmother had left her many years ago.
Her cottage was tucked in the woods, amongst trees. It was a beautiful place to enjoy snowfall and deer friendlings. A good place indeed. A place to make lace, and embroider winter months away, whilst keeping warm.
The cozy cottage also allowed her to winter her hibiscus plants indoors. They would bloom indoors, growing heartily, and offering her flowers to wear, flowers to make tea out of, and dried flower leaves to make red dye out of. She loved to use the dye for wool and natural fabric.
She grew a variety of red flowers indoors, during the winter months...
As soon as the snow cleared, she would ready her wagon for spring and summer voyages...
Voyages to see butterflies and flowers, and marvel at the earth...
That was her path.
A path she loved following.
As summer approached, she looked forward to Italy, and the little old man who tended the sunflowers that she always settled near.
At first sight of her, he would call out, in his thick Italian accent...
"Floralinaaaaaa, Floralina has arrive...."
And, she would smile...
With her lips, but mostly, with her heart.
Flora, the gypsy girl (of sorts).
Original Painting
24" x 30" x 1.5"
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See you very soon ;)
, V
